The Simpsons (TV Series)

Simpsons Tall Tales (2001)

Julie Kavner: Marge Simpson, Marge Bufflekill

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Quotes 

• Homer Bufflekill : I haven't had buffalo in six hours. Marge, how about whipping up some buffalo sausage, huevos buffaleros, and some fresh-squeezed buffal-O.J.?

  Marge Bufflekill : The buffalo are gone. I think you shot them all.

  Homer Bufflekill : [looking out on the landscape and wailing]  Oh! Connie was right! We wiped out the entire species! What have I done? What have I done?

  Bart Simpson : Calm down, Pa. There's two left.

  Homer Bufflekill : [shooting them]  What have I done? What have I done?

• Bart Simpson : [the hobo finishes his Paul Bunyan story]  Boy, that story had everything. A giant, house crushing, a meteor...

  Marge Simpson : Townspeople.

  Lisa : Got any more tall tales?

  Hobo : Well, I suppose I could spin ya a few more yarns. But first, who wants to give me a sponge bath? I'm filthy.

  Homer : [the family exchange looks with each other]  All right. But your next story better be worth it.

  Hobo : [lifting his leg]  Get in there good. Yeah, that's it. Don't be shy. There you go.

• Paul Bunyan : We've been together a long time now. When are we gonna... you know...

  Marge Simpson : Soon. I just need a few more yoga classes.

• Hobo : [singing]  Now, Paul and Babe were a mighty fine match/But the man had an itch that an ox couldn't scratch.

  Paul Bunyan : Huh?

  [gasping as he sees Marge] 

  Paul Bunyan : She's pretty.

  Marge Simpson : Oh. What a handsome man.

  [they run towards each other; realizing his size, she screams and runs the other way] 

  Paul Bunyan : [catching her]  Got ya! Don't worry. I won't smush you. You're cute.

  Marge Simpson : Oh, thank you.

  [humming, he sticks her beehive hairdo into his ear like a Q-tip] 

  Marge Simpson : Hey, what are you doing?

  Paul Bunyan : I just wanna spruce up for our date.

• Paul Bunyan : [with a tree-log bat as a meteor barrels towards the town]  Come on. Right across the plate. Let's see what you got, huh? This one's for the little crippled boy... that I crippled.

  Marge Simpson : You can do it, Paul!

  Paul Bunyan : Gimme a kiss for luck.

  [as he bends over, the meteor lands in his exposed butt crack] 

  Paul Bunyan : [hopping around in pain]  Ow! Hot! Oh, boy, that's... Oh, come on! Ow!